My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
the air around the soundsweet melody carried away gentle hands, the heart held is an achea memory bend - slant notes played with tender intentthat move the soul...upward emotions rise and feelings flowfrom here to there a reflective tap… fingers slide instinctively across stingsplaying the heart’s song silence in the unspoken perfection is an echo …
Another unnecessary App another dollar drops into the billionaire abyss my rational is a lack of sleep too many nightmares love luster screw-ball mistakesand even though I can give advice all holy and righteous my ability to heed my own words is zero to less thanso winner or loser lover or friendfalling between the cracks …
Summer time blues drift off as fall rattles its cageThe wind is blowing a gut punch across the sky; with the hopes of some spontaneous recognition Fourth floor apartment to the left; stereo cranked up torches everyone in ear shot...a minimum ten block radiusA memory tapping melody that drifts;lifting the air to an all encompassing …
Friday night, winter, pandemic, quarantine; One year anniversary a month away Candle light and music humming - somewhere out there sweetness Floating in the warmth of the moment Reaching across the table you brush my hair Away from my face with care and ease You hold my heart in your hands gently A tender touch …
I walk the streets where you used to live; the city you thrived in The city you fell in love with; the city that set you free while at the same time crippling you - taking away any sense of coherency But, you, you were alright, you were a shining star; you were on fire …
I was dreaming about a glorious Heaven While standing in front of the gates to Hell Gehenna and jaded it appeared all that was once light begins to dim As I aimlessly wander lost in my own insecurity, dread I was drawn, lulled; smoke and mirrors, to the old tattered house next door Inside candles …
What remains between you and me does not reach the heart Lo que queda entre tú y yo no le alcanza al corazón And your memory sounds from my chest Y desde mi pecho suena tu recuerdo All that was of the two are echoes of love Todo lo que fue de los dos son …
Your hand pressed against mine Mirroring palm to palm The length of your fingers Make me feel small, vulnerable Your eyes are like an anchor Pulling me under; tidal-wave undertow Last breath confession love - I don’t need you But when night falls like the heart does I’ll want you to stay close Wrapping your …
Deep sleep dreams slip from an image to a place Lost in time travel, yet it all makes sense Moment to moment, breath to breathless, deepest solitude Once I climbed a mountain high, stood at the summit Reached up, stretched finger tips and grabbed the sun The only burn I felt was my ego as …
Trilby Yates 